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[eden]

sound and silence - dark and light

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"Class dismissed, have a good day everyone."

Professor McGonagall's voice rang out over the silence. Students put down their quills and hurriedly gathered their books. Classes were over for the day, students could now prepare for supper and personal time. Class had been relatively simple today, the Professor was merely going over things from last year, making sure students knew what they were doing prior with going forward on new lessons.

Eden stood. She slowly gathered her things and made her way out the door and down the hallway. Though, her particular direction was the opposite of the chattering students. She was headed to a darker part of the hall, a secluded part, where most of the doors were locked and all the rooms empty. Eden had different plans for the evening, she was not ready to eat yet.

She slid her fingers along the doorknobs, most of which gave no leeway as she walked. When one jiggled slightly, Eden stopped, turned her attention to the door and turned the knob gingerly. The door creaked open, revealing a classroom, complete with chairs and desks. She smiled faintly... this would do perfectly.

She slipped inside silently, moving toward the front of the classroom. Setting her bag down on the desk beside her, Eden peered forward to the teacher's desk and chair. This was her best option. Eden took a few steps forward and slid her wand out from her robes, tapping the tip of it elegantly on the wood as she whispered the spell required to change the desk into a piano. Slowly, but surely, the desk swirled and transformed into a simple grand piano. Eden smiled.

She walked around to the front of the piano, waiting a moment before reaching out and sliding her fingers along the keys. She was not pressing down hard enough to make any noise, she merely wished to feel their smooth texture before she took a seat, slipping her hands beneath her backside to press her skirt against her thighs.

She moved her fingers back and forth swiftly, loosening the muscles and preparing to play. Licking her lips, she slid her fingers across the keys once more, this time moving to specific keys and holding their. She in took a breath, before pressing down the keys and beginning to play. Her hands flowed effortlessly across the keys, as if they were meant to make the beautiful music that erupted from the piano's strings.

Eden began to sway back and forth slightly as she played through the first movement of Beethoven's 14th Piano Sonata, the Moonlight Sonata, Eden's most favorite of Beethoven's accomplishments. She closed her eyes as she continued to play the piece, a serene smile falling onto her lips, though her expression seemed slightly pained, she let the beauty of the music take her away.

All faded around her, everything went dark, as the music continued to flow from her fingers. She was no longer in school, she was no longer burdened by the pains of her past, by the horrors and the memories she'd lost to the trauma of her childhood. At this very moment, she was at peace, surrounded by nothing but music.

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[keely]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Hogwarts wasn't where he wanted to be, not anymore. When he was younger it had been a place of excitement, a place of escape and now it wasn't. Instead it was a bittersweet memory of what was going to happen this year. Draco had far too much on his mind these days and it seemed like he'd lost it completely. Everyone around him didn't seem to notice the change and it was a good sign, at least for the time being. He should have gone to his class, but he had decided against being around everyone. Though seeing everyone walk towards him in the hallway made him cringe, he hated people lately and the fact that he hadn't seen Crabbe, Goyle or Pansy made him even more upset. Where were those idiots when he needed them? Why couldn't they just show up whenever he snapped his fingers. He sighed shaking his head, he couldn't deal with people today. The boy walked towards the staircase, making sure to skip the one that made Longbottom fall all the time and made his way upstairs. Where was he going? He wasn't sure yet, but once that was figured out he'd be on his way. Students passed him as he walked up the staircase, probably trying to catch his attention but he wasn't listening, he was already in a trance that had brought him up the staircase. The hallways seemed longer and it just seemed like he wasn't sure what to do anymore, he could always go and talk to Severus, but then again he felt like a burden to his teacher (and godfather) so what more could he do? He couldn't talk to his parents, because they were already in a mess because of the Dark Lord. His father had fallen from grace with everyone (not just the Dark Lord) and his own mother had been treated like a house-elf with the other Death Eaters. It was infuriating, but what could he do? Nothing, all he could do was watch as everything in front of him had fallen apart. Even his own aunt hated him, she loved the Dark Lord more then she loved her own family. Then again Bellatrix had always been a bit crazy about him. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. He had to kill Dumbeldore, not matter what the cost. It was going to be hard, he knew but he'd have to do it. There was no way around not being able to. His family wasn't going to Azkaban because of him, there was no way in hell he'd let that happen. For a few moments he paused, it was as though something had brought him out of his trance. He wasn't sure what it was for a few moments, but soon noticed that it was music. Someone was playing music, it sounded lovely (though he would never admit that out loud). It was soothing, it was something he had heard once before but couldn't remember where or when. Instead of waiting, he went up the last staircase and ended up on the sixth floor. His gray eyes staring as though trying to look for where the music was coming from. Slowly he moved forward, pressing his ear to the door that he heard it coming from and grinned for a little bit. There was no one else up here so he could enjoy the music till it faded, then he'd be an asshole to whoever it was that was playing. It was a perfect plan, truly was and it was one he'd stick with. Only when the song finished completely did he turn the knob and enter the room, shutting the door behind him. It was only when he saw the dark haired vixen that he paused for a moment or so, it was Eden, she was in the same year as he, but a Ravenclaw. "Trying to make people's ears bleed?" He said coolly, walking towards her as he shook his head. "A mute, or someone that's completely deaf could have done far better then you." He sneered. Was he lying? Yes. Would he tell? Hell no.

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[eden]

sound and silence - dark and light

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Eden was within her own world, a world of enchantment and splendor. She was swirling in a pool of stars and drinking in the beams of the moon. Far above the world she flew, her heart as peaceful as it had ever been. Music did that to her, brought her back to a time where nothing else mattered but her own tranquility. Where she was not a curse upon this Earth, not some demon in her mother's eyes or the reason for her father's invalidity. She was nothing and everything all at once, she was the sky and the seas, as transparent as air and as fluid as water. She was the trees and the earth, as solid as oak and as energized as the ground beneath her feet. She was the known and the unknown, and a force to be reckoned with.

After roughly fifteen minutes of playing, Eden slowed her fingers down, reaching the end of the song, her playing became almost bittersweet. Eden completed the final movement and drew the sonata to a close, holding the last notes as if they were the sorrowful song of a dying fantasy. Upon it's completion, Eden let out a soft and relaxed sigh, she was at peace, even if for but a moment. She slid her fingers along the keys softly, not pressing down on the ivory keys but merely feeling them and their power, respecting their ability to bring her such calm within moments of their cords being struck. Eden then opened her eyes, to lock onto the cool gray of a familiar platinum haired boy. Her gentle feeling crashing down upon the ground before her, as if she'd fallen from the skies.

"Trying to make people's ears bleed?"

Eden nearly scoffed at his comment, that was the best insult he could muster? How pathetic... he should know by now, his words did not bother nor phase her, she was immune to his harshness and indifferent to his charms. She would neither cower nor coddle him, five years of knowing her should have taught him that lesson. He closed the cover on the piano's keys, her fingers sliding along the wood for a moment before she stood, her hand now resting upon the top part of the grand, her amber eyes as stoic as her features.

"If I was attempting to do such a thing, I surely would have succeeded as you well know Draco... there is nothing that I fail at doing." She said simply. There was no hint of arrogance in her voice, or false pretenses. She merely stated her words decidedly and with a certain confidence in knowing that they were as near to fact as any other statement that would leave her lips. Eden was not the type of woman to be phased by his quirks or his insults, but one the next words that left his lips - mere moments after the first, warranted a comment.

"As for your deliberate act at wounding my pride, you have once again found yourself unarmed, in this battle of wits, you seem to thrust yourself into each time we meet. For in fact, the creator of that particular piece, was deaf. Though I highly doubt you would appreciate such music as it was created by someone you believe to be impure. So your insults as usual, are biased as your blood... and your point... is moot." She was not exactly amused in his abrasive ways of speaking, or the fact that he was rude to anyone and everyone he came in contact with, even those who were garnered with respect in others eyes.

Draco was a foolish and arrogant boy, who thought that insults were they way to show power, he seemed to have no feelings, nor no respect for others. Which was likely the reason Eden didn't like the boy very much. It was common, for people in her house, to admire this gentlemen. He was attractive (in the way that darkness is attractive to the light) and he was wealthy. Though those two aspects didn't exactly endear him to Eden, as she didn't much care for people's outward looks and money was no issue for her. She had enough to sustain herself and her family took very good care of her, regardless of the fact that her father no longer worked for a living.

She leaned against the piano, her features showcasing more boredom than distaste. She adjusted her skirt a bit as it had hiked an inch or so in her sitting down, revealing a very small amount more of her thigh than she'd preferred, especially in this company. She then ran her long, agile fingers through her chocolate curls, them cascading like a great dark waterfall down her shoulders and back, as she peered over at Draco with moderate indifference. "Though, one might inquire as to what you are doing in this particular part of the castle. One such as yourself should be in the dungeons or attempting to badger poor first years for your own amusement. I would think that you'd learned not to trifle with me, as I do not give you the sort of mental and emotional satisfaction you so desire."

She was of course referring to the fact that she was not the type to get angry or upset at his words. As he did not exactly matter to her. He was rude and hateful and as such, garnered not respect or affection from her. Eden remained where she'd leaned, though her arms now rested softly in front of her, her fingers entwined with one another. Her caramel hued eyes locking onto the steely gray of Draco's, refusing to look away, almost as if she was showcasing the fact that he was no better than her and as such he did not deserve her looking down or away from him. He did not own her and he was not her master and she was most assuredly, not going to let him forget it.

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s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Draco had been wandering the castles, it was what he did on a daily basis of his sixth year. He was a Prefect, he had been chosen to be a Prefect but he wasn't even sure why he had been chosen. The music had gotten him, it had made him curious to see where it was coming from and who was doing it. Why had he been so curious, he wasn't sure but it seemed like he wanted to find someone to bother. He had tormented a few first years earlier in the day, but it didn't seem to keep him entertained. He had to find someone else to hex, or bother the hell out of. It was an easy want, an easy desire that he was willing to take from nearly anyone. It was when he saw the dark haird vixen that he had watched her before speaking. He could have interuppted her, could have been a dick about it. But he didn't do that, he wanted to hear the music before he based it. It was a twisted idea, yes, but he was going to do it anyways. There was much about Draco that people didn't know, either way he knew that he was going to be an ass. It was something that he could do to Eden and he was glad that it was her that he had run into. The fact that she just sat there as if nothing had happened irritated him more then he would let on. He wasn't sure why she wasn't like the others, wasn't sure why she wasn't off crying somewhere. They had known one another since the first year at Hogwarts and every day he had tried to break her spirit. Of course it hadn't worked yet, it hadn't helped that she was different then the other females in school. Why did he try? He wanted her to fail, wanted her to cry and then it would make things easier. By far she was the most complicated female that he had ever run into, she had so much spunk that it made him crazy. He scoffed, running his hand through his hair "You don't always succeed, you know that right? It isn't impressive, don't worry I will let everyone know what a failure you really are." He told her simply. She didn't impress him much, but it was never something he would say out loud. He wasn't stupid, he knew when to keep his mouth shut about certain things. He hated the fact that she wasn't like the others, hated that she wouldn't take to his insults. He liked when he made others cry with fear, it made him feel powerful. "Someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, did you not get enough beauty sleep? Or is being a bitch always a part of you're mood?" He paused shaking his head, "You think that you know everything about me; not only does you're blood disgust me, but so do you. What you played wasn't music, it was a sad impersonation that failed miserably I don't even know why you try." There was something about her that he wanted to bother, he wanted to get under her skin and just make sure that he left his mark. She usually saw him as indifferent, but he'd figure out something. Respect for others, as if. Respect was something that people earned, not something that was given by the drop of the hat. It was simple, he had no respect for those around them because they meant nothing to him. People sucked, people didn't know what it meant to be a 'friend' and that was something that upset him more then anything. He knew that Eden had a strong distaste for him, knew that she hated him with every fiber of her being. It was hilarious to watch, entertainment for him any day that he could get out of her. He had wanted to irrigate her, he had learned that she didn't get upset with him; but persistence was always key. Was he intrigued? Yes, very much so and the fact that she seemed to be nervous around him made things interesting. Her subtle movements made him smirk, she was trying to be sneaky; but he was the king of sneaky. He had noticed from the corner of his eye that she was hiking her skirt down, was she really that keen on keeping her thighs away from her? It seemed as though she was trying to catch his attention; but for the time being his eyes watched her. "I was trying to get away from everyone to be honest. Didn't find them worth my time, plus I already tormented the first years earlier. Thanks for asking, they send their regards to you." He sneered. She was being a bitch, she had always been a bitch when it came down to him but what could he do? He had it coming, so why not add more fuel to the fire - it made things more intersecting. There was something about her that he wanted to take, something that he felt that he needed to take from her. Draco wanted to prove a point, wanted to prove that he was better. He had always been the type that wanted to prove a point, wanted to prove that he was better then everyone else. Eden on the other hand would never give him the satisfaction that he needed, would never give him what he wanted. The fact that she was one of the few woman that could and would actually stand up to him was interesting to say the least. He had enjoyed that about her, he had enjoyed her being around him because it gave him something to bitch about; gave him something to keep his mind off of. It was good that was for sure, but he needed to figure something out. "Are you done staring? I mean, I know that I look good but c'mon now love. No need to stare." He said with a smirk on his lips.

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[eden]

sound and silence - dark and light

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Eden had been hopeful for some privacy, she had been hopeful that no one would follow her or attempt to interrupt her while she was playing. Though, she had not seen Draco in class today, so the likelihood that he was following her was slim to none. The fact that he'd come in right after she'd completed the song was something Eden was not exactly sure she'd call a coincidence. For all of Draco's ramblings about how much he loathed people, he couldn't be so heartless as to not enjoy the serenity that came with hearing a piece of beautiful music. He was just too much of a ponce to admit it openly, though she was at least thankful he'd had enough decency to refrain from interruption and let her complete the sonata.

So, he believe he could get under her skin by insulting her outright. Well, she was not that easy to unnerve... he should have a bit more tact than to outwardly disregard her in such a way, without receiving the same treatment himself. "Well, seeing as most everyone in this school finds the words that spill forth from your mouth to be abhorrent falsehoods, I have nothing to fear. The small amount of the student population that foolishly hangs on your every word matter not to me so you can speak your piece to them, they are of no consequence." Her eyes maintained the very same determination and confidence than her body language did, as she remained where she stood, not backing down.

There was little to be said of her opinion of Draco Malfoy. She had met him shortly after being sorted her first year. He was open and rather arrogant even then, so proud to be in Slytherin as his father and most of the rest of his family. He had been as obnoxious to her then, as he was now. Though then, he had attempted to gain her adoration by flaunting his birthright... and when she'd refused to dote upon him like the many other Slytherin (and some Ravenclaw) first years, he had turned as loathsome as he was at this very moment. She wondered, idly, if he was still bitter from that altercation... and his deep, seething anger toward her was still garnered toward the fact that she did not regard him as the patron saint of sexual excitement, or something of equal hilarity.

She listened silently as he bludgeoned her with another mass of insults, was this the best he could do? He should know already that anything he said would not phase Eden, she did not believe his words nor did she care about his opinion of her. He was just as lowly as his other followers in her mind. She chuckled softly, her amber eyes nearly glistening with amusement, her pale rose lips arched slightly in a small smirk as she did so, before she looked back to him, a small strand of her chocolate hair falling to the side of her face. Hmmm, well, I suppose I should be insulted, hurt even, by your criticism of not only my blood but my musical ability. Though I am sorry that you shall find neither pain nor anger from me, as usual. You may think what you wish and feel as you wish, but your opinion matters not to me. As for me being what you call a 'bitch'... I suppose that your way of attempting to explain why you consistently find yourself not getting what you desire from me."

Desire. That was an odd word to use, when speaking with someone such as Draco. He undoubtedly was just aching to have it out with her... aching... another odd word for her to use. Oh well. She shrugged softly, her eyes looking boredly about the room for a moment before settling back upon him as he commented about his earlier confrontation with a few first years. Eden rolled her eyes. "Are your taunts so juvenile that you can only frighten small children? That is such a shame, you'd think deviousness would have grown with it's owner... yet you seem to have remained within the confines of your childhood. Truly sad... really." She said, before reaching down to the side and grasping the strap to her messenger bag.

She looked back to him as she slid her messenger bag onto her shoulder and nearly scoffed at his arrogant little comment about him looking good. "Believe me, Draco, your arrogance and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize the very moment we met, five years ago, that you would be the last man I could ever find myself being attracted to." She said to him simply, the truth of that reading upon her features. Yes, he was attractive, with his fair hair and his silvery eyes, his broad shoulders and strong features. But to her, his mannerisms and his lack of respect for everyone around him made him as ugly as any creature she could figure into her nightmares. Looks were not everything, one had to feel the person... not just see them.

She sighed softly and rested her hand on the strap of her bag, her fingers sliding along the fabric a bit, feeling it's texture. "Well, since you had such a desire to get away from everyone, I shall leave you to it. This room is free for you, as I shall no longer be in it." She turned for a moment and transfigured the piano back into the desk and chair before turning back and walking toward him, which consequentially was toward the door as well. She slowed slightly, as she neared him, passing him by and speaking low, though her voice seemed almost sweet. "I do hope that someday... you will shed your foolish ways and ideals. Perhaps then, you will truly see things through eyes unclouded by such hate." She then moved past him and toward the door.

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